Page 32 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“Because I can sense it,” Kai shrugs, leaving me with that one line explanation.
“Yeah, well, I’m not like a powerful witch or anything,” I murmur under my breath. “My family’s been hexed for generations and if I don’t get back Mother Shipton’s grimoire at the end of this stupid show—poof—there goes my chance to break the hex and restore my magic. So, I can barely move a napkin an inch, let alone change you back into a human!” I take a quick breath, growing increasingly flustered. “Bellamy is the only witch on this set who has functional enough magic to accomplish that. . .and can you please put some clothes on!" I exclaim at the end of my long-winded rant, once again finding my gaze drifting to Kai’s quickly hardening cock.
"Why? Do you not like it?" he asks, cocking a brow.
"Oh, Iverymuch do, but—"
"Then, why not come over here and I can show you just how much I've been aching to be in human form since you came around?" he offers.
His voice lowers until it sounds as if he’s actually purring and, with that sinful noise, I stop mid-pace. It’s my turn for a brow to go up.
Sex, here in my dressing room?
Certainly sounds exciting. . .
"Nora, you ready? They're preparing to start the next portion of filming." Preston's voice filters through the door followed by a few thuds of his knocking.
"Yup! Coming!" I holler back, cursing myself for what I’m about to do—walk away from a yummy morsel when it’s clearly meant to be.
"You, Kai the pussy cat, put some damn clothes on before I come back, and I'll try and figure out how to fix all of. . . this."
My whispers once again are emphasized with an ambiguous hand wave.
Turning the handle to the dressing room door, I slip through the tiniest of openings possible before immediately and firmly slamming it shut.
"Whoa, Nora, you okay?" Preston asks when I practically barrel into his chest.
"Peachy! Let's get this final filming done with, shall we? Great, let's go."
Grabbing hold of his arm, I start to drag him down the hall.
"You're acting really odd, are you sure you’re all right?" he questions again when we reach the edge of the stage. "Is this about Binx? I plan on doing more looking when this filming portion is over."
I bite my tongue when I feel the urge to ramble on about how my familiar magically—in its most literal form—turned into a human and is currently standing naked as the day he was born in my dressing room. Taking a deep breath, I try to act more normal.
Not sure that I succeed, but whatever.
"I'm good, promise. We can look for my pussy after filming is done, how's that sound?"
Yes, innuendo very much intended.
And it seems to work because he grins and shakes his head at my teasing.
"I'll be right here when you finish up filming and we can look for yourcat."
With a final encouraging smirk and sexy wink from Preston, I step back onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Modern Day Witch Hunt,” Carter booms, emphasizing the title to the music.
Wow.
How could I have ever watched reality TV and thought it was anything but a farce?
“For this first trial, our witches invoked a spell—if done correctly, their altars lit up. The catch? They only had ten minutes to do it correctly. With every trial, two contestants will be eliminated. Let’s review the footage and learn who will stay to stir their cauldron another day!”
My eyeballs literally cannot roll anymore from overuse due to cliches.
The stage director motions for us to step back.
